• There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it

    Colum McCann
  • Good days, they come around the oddest corners

    Colum McCann
  • The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward

    Colum McCann
  • Rather he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same

    Colum McCann
  • No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final

    Colum McCann
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